bride These events may have had some effect On the man with the girl by his side The arc of a love affair His hands rolling down her hair Love like
lady! I told you i'm Shady, you didn't listen now, did you? Relax woman, you know that i'm only kidding with you Got a twisted sense of humour, it's warped
puff Just play your role and you can live it up [Chorus] You think you using me Like this games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry
my hogs you fucking fagot I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me Or with my 44 so you can 45 me You put this shit off in our neighborhoods
my change Maybe some Red Bull will help you sober up Matter fact, mix it wit this Greygoose in my cup I can barely stand up, I'm about to throw up If you can't roll with
we meet on 21st street, what You know how we loves When the weekend rolls around That's how we put it down Listen now, you were on your way to your car You
While I make you bang it out your trunk Can't fly, get away You know my style Bang it out your trunk While I make you bang it out your trunk
sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones you tripled your fare What I hear most is and no no You best get on your mark
bought it all Now every night you young freaks call You see my car? It's my best friend So it you touch, you'll meet your end Time will tell, just keep it
's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the Turntable, I got taxed It started burning up, why it's smoking
' good times that's what we'll be doin' Like millionaires, stone cold coolin' Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it ...
'm kickin' it wit' Chong Just like Cheech and Chong frontin' with 'ice cream' Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled
can no hood fuck with gangsta shit Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As cold as can be) Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone
you You hear me? Answer me Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You
the bed with his girlfriend kids And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not live I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone But me
, lady I told you why I'm shady, you didn't listen now, did you? Relax, woman, you know that I'm only kiddin' with you Got a twisted sense of humor, it
you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you Enough with